She was nice and tight.I loved the look of her ass bent over as I fucked her. She still wore her stockings and high heels, just as I like it.“You lo...k like a right little whore,” I told her, slapping her ass.“I am, Jon. I’m a fucking whore,” she gasped, she was getting very excited.“Yeah, you are. You love it don’t you?”“Oh yes. I love it. I love getting fucked by young studs with fucking big cocks,” she shrieked, “I love your big dick Jon. Fuck me, fuck me Jon. Fuck my pussy.”On and on she. Your suffering is over. I know as you do that there is no honor or strength in being vengeful. But still yet the lust for vengeance is a human desire. We are all human. And I know from your warm place in forever tranquillity you would forgive me. I don’t know what else to say. I love you boy. I miss you so much. This is fiction. The feelings are very, very real. * ‘old man…..’ The man stirred in his bed. As the young man stood in the cold hospital room he could sense the sterility in the. Next time I looked up he was gone. I'd found myself looking for him but couldn't see him anywhere. Then I'd heard it, that raspy deep voice making a shiver run down my spine. "Hi there sugar, you want another one of those?"I'd looked up as I felt someone sit down next to me. All I'd seen was piercing blue eyes looking out beneath a mop of dirty blond hair. My mouth had gone dry as I was foolishly just stared at him. "Huh?" had been my less then intelligent response. It was the man from across. "What?" I asked her.She motioned me closer with a satin-gloved finger. I leaned over and shewhispered in my ear:"You are so beautiful today," she said. "I want to have this photo ofyou today, so I can always remember how beautiful you are today."Standing so close to her, I inhaled her beautiful, natural aroma andclosed my eyes. Once again I wanted to kiss her, on her lips, and veryhard, but I was wearing lipstick, and such an action on my part mightlead me to the sort of stirrings below my.